Wufei heard Isamu calling through the gardens and instantly, the darkness that moved in his thoughts sprung away. Pulling himself to his feet, he hurried to the shrine entrance and called back, forgetting for an instant that they should be discrete. "Isamu! Here, at the shrine." He lifted his arm, hoping to get the other man's attention. His clothes still felt damp, but he'd grown comfortable while he waited, even napping briefly. "I told you that you shouldn't come so often," he chided softly, despite the fond smile on his face. The afternoon they spent together still weighed in his mind and in Isamu's too, no doubt. How should he react? Should he bring it up? Not sure what else to do, he waited at the top step of the shrine, watched Isamu's every motion on the ground sparkling with water. "Your father must be growing suspicious anyway. What if he noticed you run here?" Isamu certainly didn't look like he'd been discrete. And yet, could Wufei bring himself to dislike it?